"Our heroes were these old guys who played on weekends and called themselves semipro. These guys wore argyle socks under their stirrups and they wore mix-and-match uniforms and caps on the side of their heads. And they all had a half-pint of whiskey in their back pockets. If they didn't get too drunk on Saturday night and if enough guys showed up on Sunday, they would have a game. Those guys were our heroes, the guys we wanted to emulate."
Some fine inspirational words from the shortstop who was raised in a Washington, D.C. housing project.
We are a fantasy baseball league whose draft is scheduled for May 1. Ten men enter (or nine or eight), and one man leaves.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2007
(41)
-
▼
March
(20)
- Good News for the BCL
- The Old Ways Were the Good Ways
- Black Hole of Time Wasting Ahead
- Pressman Thunders from the Right Coast
- BCL: Working for You Today for a Better Draft Tomo...
- This is Not a Problem
- Die, Motherfucker, Die
- The Old Mailbag
- Maury Wills' boyhood heroes
- Vorp Power
- The Piazza Question
- Leave Him for Me
- Sweet
- Hey, I Read the Papers, Too
- No title
- Team Depth Charts
- Is Left Field Left Out?
- Also, Time to Think about the Last Pitcher Taken
- Kotsay Got Bad Back *But We Don't Care*
- A Good Place to Start Research
-
▼
March
(20)
2 comments:
Don't keep me guessing. Who? My late papa played semipro until he was in his mid-40s. Didn't have the whiskey stash, however. More's the pity, all things considered.
You mean, where did I get the quote? Was leafing through a new book (as you know, we get gazillions in the mail) called "Carrying Jackie's Torch," which actually looks pretty good, and, my childhood team still dancing in my head, read the chapter on Maury. Plus, I never wrote in a blog before. My first time!
Post a Comment